20th May 2019 - Andrew

I have to leave Cara (suffering terribly) in the car for 45mins while I find the elusive Mikos Villas - through 6 phone calls and lots of stranger’s help I eventually find them - then go back through pouring rain on foot to get my car. Very hard but eventually I get Cara and our stuff safe in the hotel and get a beer from Nikos himself around their beautiful pool. I sit and write this journal. Adventure - fucking hell!

Cara still seems very sore when I briefly speak to her so I head out into the town to buy some basic supplies - coffee, sugar, fruit, and some basic Mediterranean food. The town of Oia is beautiful; the main walkway is a marble path winding down between restaurants and cute shops - very different in tone from Fira but still active on a Sunday night with a mix of local and international tourists.

I buy the stuff and head back to the Nikos villas to find C still asleep. She is still not interested in food so I eat a bit and then shower and sleep.

20th May 2019 - Cara

We drive through Oia, park in a very busy car park and head in on foot. Too busy and can;t find anything. Lovely waitress tries to help but can't. Eventually we return to car and head back to another car park. I am really sore and really pissed off (hate being helpless; have no maps) and so I wait in the car.

When A eventually returns I’m very sore and in a towering rage. I barely speak to anyone and collapse on the bed and A goes away. I hate everything at this point - discover our villa is arse-end back of Oia, tiny airplane/train shower and we can’t put toilet paper in the damn toilet because of shitty, small, British made sewer systems.

This is hugely difficult for me for a while. It feels disgusting. Much prefer the Thai way of dealing with no paper in toilets. It’s actually this way all over the islands. Over the next few days we get used to it. Buy plastic bags to seal our used paper in (as most hotels don’t provide this)

When A gets back I lose it at him. He is shocked. I am hysterical. I only want to hide and go home and also freaking that I’m ruining my holiday. He tries to hold me and I scream, bringing hotel management to check. Not a proud moment!

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